So, I had a Date

So I had a date last night.  Yes, family, I know you are all shocked for joy.  But stop dancing, and sit down, and I'll tell you the story.

Pause, before you start scrolling down to see if there is a doorstep scene, no worries, there is.  A second date?  Hmm, for that I will make you wait.

Three weeks ago we held a birthday party for my roommate, Alicia.  Shea and Lindy did the inviting.  So, naturally, neither I nor the birthday girl knew many people.  Luckily I was not the focus of attention, and could hide.  Which I did, in the kitchen.

Doing dishes may not be a great refuge for many people.  What can I say, it worked for me.  I did venture out into the rest of the party.  Not only to collect dishes either.  I actually talked to people, who where mostly boys.  It was not, however you may think, one of these forrey's that leads to my story. It me and a boy, in the kitchen.

Retreating to the kitchen after realizing the individuals walking through the door were not familiar, I set to work.  I unloaded the dishwasher, and set out more plates, glasses and silverware at the dessert table in the dinning room.  Quite a bit like work, I know, but there is safety in familiarity.  This was my house, grrr, and it was that or retreat to my room and hide from everyone.  As tempting as that sounded, repeatedly, I stayed my ground.  With I was at the sink loading dishes when a boy came in. Ok, so may boys came in and out, but this one didn't just politely place their dishes in the sink, ignoring the half open dishwasher.  I'd stepped in front of the dishwasher and begun rinsing off the dishes when he came in.  He immediately asked what he could do to help.  However polite, I turned down the offer with a thanks, but it wasn't necessary.  Come now, no one goes to a party to do the dishes, especially not your own.  Rather than retreating back into the other room with the other, having at least offered in order to alleviate his conscience, he stayed.  He even moved around me and helped load the glasses.  Resigned to the help, and rather pleased someone would not take the easy dismissal of their offer, we started to chat.

His name was Nate, though I am sorry to admit I did not retain this through out the remainder of the night.  He's a high school physics teacher with astounding blue eyes.  A little taller than me, he was easy to talk to and asked me almost as many questions as I asked him.  (Hey, I'm good at getting others to talk...most of the time.)  Others came in and out of the room, and eventually our conversation slide to the side and disappated.

Later I saw him leaning against the piano.  I smiled, recognizing him, and he smiled back.  Then came what I can only think in nerve racking for any guy.  He non-chalantly asked for my number.  Oh, he'd forgotten to get it earlier.  Inwardly I laughed.  The whole thing was rather smooth.  I gave it to him (obviously) and got my own little warm fuzzy for the night.

A boy asked for my number.  Even if he never called, it was flattering.  For a 45 second flirter that is an impressive feat.

Over two weeks went by, and no word.  No surprise for me, I wasn't really expecting anything in reality. It went from a possible date, which was okay, to a shrug of indifference.  He probably wasn't that interested.  That's fine.  No worries,  So when last Tuesday night was wrapping up at work, I wasn't expecting the new number calling me to be anyone but another student with a question.  This was definately a surprise.  We chatted a bit.  He sounded somewhat nervous that I wouldn't recall who he was; introducing himself I smiled as he relaxed when I said I remembered who he was.  We chatted a bit before he asked if I'd go out with him on Saturday.  Dinner, a movie or games, he'd get another couple (if I wanted hung in between the lines).  I'm relaxed when it comes to first dates, or the first several dates, so I didn't care and told him so.

Nope, I didn't hear from him again until Saturday.  He called to say he was on his way, being fifteen minutes late when he called, I didn't bother calling him back.  Luckily he was late.  I'd been working on a brie and meat filled pastry for a roommates party while she got ready, and needed a few minutes to wash off the butter.

We went to dinner at Stoneground downtown.  He even opened my door, and thought I was cool for waiting.  Talk about bonus points.  He was a gentleman the whole night.  Getting doors, hand in the small of my back, introducing me to people, and being generally aware of where I am the whole night.  Sometimes it's the basic things that get lost when out doing things. We drove through the cemetery (they had paper bag lights all over, it was amazing), stopped by his friends going away party (she was a part of OSSA--Amelia's Equador thing), and ended at his house making frozen dough cookies.  Really, I had fun.  Even when we headed down to watch a christmas movie, and he fell asleep almost immediately after the opening credits.  I kicked myself out and he took me home.

Doorstep scene:  Hug.  Yep, that's it.  Ok, not totally, but close.  I said good night, and gave him a hug.  It was a good hug.  Sitting on that line of friendship it was longer than necessary, most definately longer, without the awkwardness.  Pretty good talent to have.  He let me pull away after the second hesitation, and looked down at me.  Yes, I got "the look" and a slight smile.  In response he got a returning smile, and the bottom corner of my cheek.  Sorry Tanner.  He left, and I got butterflies the minute I walked into the door.  Nice for them to show up.

All in all, it was fun.  Will there be a second date? Who knows.  Shea's in his ward and said he told her he thought I was cute (she use a bunch of adjectives) and had fun.  She asked about the date/what would happen and he said we'd have to wait and see.  She responded that the ball was in his court and he was the boy.  ha ha.  Great to have roomies helping out.  I love that she did that without even hearing about my date.

So, I had a date (yea me) and certainly wouldn't mind another.  In fact, I kinda hope it's sooner then later.

:) But that's just me.